• Once there was talk
    Of a spirit of the walk.

    I tried to talk to this phantom
    But I guess this he is not accustomed.

    One day he finds me
    And he just stays and watches patiently.

    For years we’d been together
    Not knowing what we bring to each other.

    Finally I ask him his purpose
    For he said in a tone very much nervous…
    Where ever the universe takes me, I go.
    Where ever the universe opens, I flow.
    I try to remember one thing though, if I could.
    That the universe tends to unfold as it should.

    After saying this he darted from the room
    Yet now I shall take his words to my tomb.